idiots to lovers | ONC 2021 | completed

1. group chat

Chapter 1

Why did I decide to become a writer?

I spin around the wheeled chair for the hundredth time, my eyes meeting the blank page of my laptop every time I stop. I slap my forehead, hoping some inspiration would hit me at once, but only crickets resound in my brain.

I'm an awful writer.

"Nöelle! It's your turn to throw the rubbish!" yells my flatmate as he knocks on my door.

I roll my eyes, standing up from my chair and opening the door to an annoyed Liam. The white guy with dark eyes and even darker hair crosses his arms across his fit chest, raising an eyebrow at me. "Glad to know you're alive. Now, throw it."

I raise an eyebrow as well. "I wasn't the one partying until five in the morning, so if I see one beer bottle in those bins, I'm not moving a finger," I say, smirking at Liam.

He mimics my smirk, leaning against the door. "Don't even. I saw you gladly interacting with our guests, especially with Kevin, so you're not innocent anymore."

My smirk drops. Damn it. And damn Kevin too. "That's not fair," I murmur, making him laugh.

He pats my box braided hair in victory. "Make sure I don't see you next time." And with that, he walks back inside his room.

I sigh, heading straight for the kitchen. My nose scrunches up at the mess. The floor is sticky, the once white table is filled with empty red cups and alcohol spillage. The sink is filled with dirty dishes, and I don't even want to look at the hobs' state.

Welcome to university, I guess.

I take my time with the bins, emptying and replacing all of them. When I step outside, my eyes linger at the opposite building, spotting Kevin smoking a joint with his flatmates.

How can one person be so damn hot?

His green eyes are bright under the spring sun, and his short dark curls make his jaw look even more defined. Let's also not forget his plump, pink lips that I'd gladly kiss right now if he wanted me to.

Bless his parents.

It takes me three trips to throw the bins, and by the third one, his sweet low voice calls my name. "Hey, Nöelle!" he yells from the entrance of his building.

I look up at him with a confused frown. "Hi?" I mentally cringe at myself. I didn't want it to come out as a question.

He passes the joint to one of his friends before walking up to me. I have to crane my neck up for him. I blame my mom for giving me a mere five-foot-one inch of height. "I've noticed you're not on the campus' group chat and wanted to ask if you would like to be in it? All parties and stuff like that are announced there. It might be useful," he explains as I try hard to focus on his words and not his looks.

My head tilts to the side. "I didn't even know there was a group chat, but yeah, sign me up," I say, and he pulls out his phone from his grey sweatpants.

I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back the grin as I give him my number.

"I'll add you now," he says and I can only nod.

I want to talk with Kevin more, but his friends call him over, forcing us to part ways.

My face is void of emotion as I walk back to my room. Once the door closes, I squeal, throwing my body onto the bed and tightly hugging the pillow.

He has my number! Kevin Bailey actually has it! Holy shit!

It's been over a year since I have a crush on him. The moment we locked our gaze, I was doomed. Although we're pursuing different degrees, our departments are next to each other, which gives me enough opportunities to look at him from afar.